I am neither beautiful nor crazy

Nearly 17 years have passed since Ruo Yang's case. The witnesses at the time have long been lost, and the prime minister in charge of the case has passed away.

The only thing left is the physical evidence that the emperor did not see at that time-Ruoyang's letter to the enemy, but there was no drawing of plum blossoms on it.

The emperor directly ordered that Ruo Yang's name should be honored, and the memorial tablet was erected in the ancestral hall in an unusual way, and he was buried with the ceremony of a noble concubine.

In addition, Jiangyu was named the king of Wei.

On the day Ruoyang was awarded the title, Xia Zhixing set up wine to celebrate, but there was no sign of him in Jiangyu's bedroom.

Gu Yuan said, "Your Highness went to the ancestral hall early in the morning."

Xia Zhixing carried two jugs of wine and waited from morning to evening, but Jiang Yu didn't come, but Xiao Xiangling waited for him instead.

The two of them sat around the three stoves in Jiangyu's bedroom again, silent for a whole night, but they didn't see anyone.

And the snow hasn't stopped in the past few days, just after sweeping a layer, another layer falls.It doesn't feel slippery when you step on it, but the sound is a little crisp.

"I'll go to the ancestral hall to have a look." Xiao Xiangling got up.

"It's not right." Xia Zhixing stopped him, "If Yang's case is his 17-year heart knot, what is the use of others' comfort? Besides, Jiang Yu has been perverse and paranoid since he was a child. If you go to disturb him at this time, He must be called out."

Xia Zhixing is very familiar with Jiang Yu's temper, most of the time he is forbearing and restrained, resourceful and tactful.

But after all, he is a young man at heart, he can't listen to anyone's words when he is willful and impulsive, and can turn the world upside down.

"I'm not here to persuade him." Xiao Xiangling got up, but his brows and eyes were a little tired, "It's just to visit a classmate, why should Mr. Xia obstruct in every possible way?"

Xia Zhixing glared at him in his heart, but he didn't attack after all.

Just go, and see if Jiangyu doesn't beat you out.he thinks.

The ancestral hall is not like a sleeping hall, it is very cold.

The incense burnt out one after another, but it was continued patiently by one person.

Outside the ancestral hall, it was snowing all over the sky, and the ground was bitingly cold, but there was only a layer of fur cushions on the kneeling ground.

But he didn't seem to feel the cold.

The display table is made of high-quality wood paid tribute from the frontier, and the consecrated container is shining with golden light.From top to bottom, there are two layers of tablets.

However, Jiang Yu's eyes did not focus on any tablet, and it could even be said that his eyes did not focus on any entity.

The whole person was so quiet that it seemed that they had lost their vitality.

He has been kneeling here for a whole day and night. At first, people came to persuade him and bring hot food, but Jiang Yu didn't even look at it, and no one went there after that.

The whole body is cold enough, and the body heats up defensively, probably because of a low-grade fever; the lower body is already kneeling unconscious, stiff and weak; the eyes are also very dry, and the gaze lost its focus, and it appears loose and empty.

He felt that he should have a good cry, but found that from the moment he stepped into the ancestral hall, he didn't want to shed a single tear.

Previously, he was obsessed with overturning the case for his mother and concubine, which seemed to be the only hatred in his 17 years of life.

In the pupils of others, he can always see the look of his mother and concubine who is unwilling to die; when those people put on official clothes, he only feels like a beast in clothes; To perfunctory anyone who seems to be close to him.

For just this moment.

But right now, he just felt empty.

It is a kind of relaxation and emptiness that can swallow people up after extreme tension.

He was just born at the time of the incident, and Xia Zhixing told him most of the things.

If Yang is beautiful and kind, many concubines will come to congratulate him after the birth.Among them, Ruoyang and the empress had the most harmonious relationship, and the other party even brought the prince to visit Ruoyang's mansion almost every day.

At that time the prince was 15 years old.

Until one day, when the two were chatting happily, the eunuch serving tea suddenly drew a knife and stabbed Ruoyang. In desperation, the queen stood in front of Ruoyang, who was weak after giving birth.

Fortunately, the guards from outside broke in to save people in time, and decisively swung their sword at the assassin's right hand.The assassin suffered so much, he only overturned the table and escaped in embarrassment, and was finally caught and sentenced to death.

And behind the desk that the assassin overturned, there was actually a letter sticking to it.

After the emperor rushed to check, he found that the letter was full of treasonous words, and it was a capital offense to pick out a word at random.

Attached to the letter was a map of the distribution of troops in northern Xinjiang. At the same time, he also expressed that he was very wronged living in the capital. He hoped that his brother in northern Xinjiang would send troops to disturb the situation and bring himself and his son back to northern Xinjiang.

The pen is Ruo Yang.

And she is the Princess Heqin of Northern Xinjiang, the sister of the leader of the Northern Bandits.

Ruoyang was instantly pale with fright, and explained that the letter was not written by himself, but the emperor was anxious, seeing that the handwriting was the same as Ruoyang, he did not believe Ruoyang's explanation.

The case was handed over to Dali Temple for trial.At that time, the official in charge of adjudicating the case, that is, the later prime minister, insisted that the letter was written by Ruoyang, and listed five pieces of evidence.

The map of military power is an important secret. At that time, the Manchu court was indignant, and wrote to the audience day and night, requesting that Ruoyang be severely punished.

Later, a glass of poisonous wine and a table of red clothes.The mistress of the mansion passed away, leaving only one unweaned child.

Afterwards, the 17 years passed before my eyes like a cloud of smoke.

Alienated, snubbed, belittled, targeted.

Only Xia Zhixing was also a teacher and a father, taught him poetry and books, and found a martial arts master for him.

Xia Zhixing intends to support him as a monarch, but he doesn't know what he will do next.

I don't want to sit on the throne, I have a lonely and courageous body, and leave all my meritorious deeds to future generations to judge;

There was a sound in the silent winter night. At first he thought it was his own illusion, until the voice outside became clearer.

"General Xiao, His Royal Highness said that he does not want any outsiders to enter."

"General Xiao, please go back. Except for His Royal Highness, the Seventh Highness does not want to see anyone now."

Xiao Xiangling...

Even the name seems distant and strange, yet so gentle and thick.

Their relationship is actually delicate.

The other party would take care of him day and night when he was seriously injured, and even feed the medicine himself; after the case came to light, he would still choose to put back the key silver needle of physical evidence, choose to cover him up and lie for him; When you are sleepy and tired after going out of the palace, you will pass a warm fur coat.

Jiang Yu has never been easily moved by these small details. The most real thing and the most difficult thing for him to ignore is that the other party has actually saved his life.

three times.

But on the other hand, the other party will also find out his name in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, but never mention the reason for his willingness to be a companion; he will tie his hands during the battle that night, and will jump into the bedroom to have a look regardless of the obstruction. After all, they would also look at each other coldly in that dark prison, spitting out sarcasm that didn't bother to cover up half a point.

"I used to think that you were like that old man, but looking at it now, he is far from you..."

How about this?

So vicious, so indifferent, so mean and ruthless, so heartless, unscrupulous, and ignorant of good or bad.

Jiang Yu smiled sarcastically, this was himself.

But at the same time, malicious speculation and anger entangled his mind like a poisonous snake, like a prairie fire, instantly destroying his mind that was on the verge of collapse.

He wanted to make a fist, but only slightly hooked his fingers.

Who is that old man?

The old man that Xiao Xiangling has missed and pursued so far, let alone allow others to slander him.

How capable?

How much better than him?

Jiang Yu seldom has strong emotional fluctuations due to others.

But at this moment, he clearly felt the hatred.

He is jealous.

He was so pitiful that he was jealous of a person whom others had never met.

The sound outside the door stopped abruptly, and then there was no sound for a long time, and the person probably left.

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, only to realize that his lips were chapped and his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't speak. With a slight force, a bloody smell rushed up from his throat.

For a moment of distraction, he had some crazy thoughts.

There's no point in living, he thought.

The voice at the door sounded again, this time all the way behind him.

His Royal Highness must be here.

"...Brother." Jiang Yu whispered in a hoarse voice, without looking back.

There was no answer from the person behind him, and there was a rustling sound, and then the person handed him a bowl of water from the side.

Jiang Yu wanted to take it, but didn't raise his hand.The man handed the bowl to his mouth, the movement was smooth and smooth, as if he did it often.

I took a sip, it was sugar water, with a hint of sweetness.

Only then did he raise his eyes to look at the man, but his eyes froze in mid-air.

It was supposed to be a stunned expression, but it was only half done due to loss of strength.

"It's okay if you don't want to see me, drink up the water first, don't trample your body." Xiao Xiangling said.

Jiang Yu seemed to react sluggishly for a few seconds, then followed the feeding motion of the other party and drank up a bowl of water.

Xiao Xiangling put another food box by Jiang Yu's hand, "It's the meat porridge cooked by Gu Yuan, you can eat some if you have an appetite."

Jiang Yu's eyes didn't touch the food box at all, he just watched Xiao Xiangling go around in front, and then knelt down beside him.

"What are you doing here?" He said hoarsely.

The cold and gentle voice of the past was no longer there, it was like a heavy hammer crushing a red-hot iron sheet, every inch trembling shrillly.

"To see if you are dead or not." The other party's response was merciless.

Jiang Yu was stunned, ignoring the hostility in this sentence, but vaguely remembered that he had said something similar when he went to see Xiao Xiangling in prison a month ago.

"What are your plans in the future?" Jiang Yu said softly, "As long as you think about it, this capital city can't stop you, and neither can northern Xinjiang. When will you set off to find your...old friend?"

There was a long silence, so long that Jiang Yu's eyes almost lost focus again.

"This has nothing to do with Your Highness." The tone over there was a little stiff.

Jiang Yu felt that he was stabbed severely by this indifferent tone.

Xiao Xiangling hadn't called him "Your Highness" for a long time.

But at this moment, this very unfamiliar title and that negligent tone instantly ignited all the hostility in Jiang Yu's heart.

Why?

Why did everyone refuse to look at him from childhood to adulthood?

Why should even Xiao Xiangling have a frosty face now, stepping on his nose to talk to him?

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he propped himself up to stand up, and he felt a piercing pain in his leg, but he didn't seem to have heard it.

"Either speak well, or..." His voice trembled slightly, "draw your sword."